Saturday, June 12, 2010

White space

I did not stay.
I packed and went alone upon the highway
As we all depart once from ourselves
To find ourselves.

To our old dreams again.

My heart
Trusting in the future.

And that my passion’s lengthy road
Not uselessly I travelled…


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...